Eye Contact

Blake Harper locks eyes with Alec Martinez, pulling him close for a deep, hungry kiss that tastes of promise. Their bodies press together, hands roaming with urgent grace. Meanwhile, Gage Michaels drops to his knees before Jeremy Steel, his fingers wrapping around that thick, uncut cock—swollen and ready. Gage's mouth engulfs it, tongue swirling over the foreskin, drawing out a low groan from Jeremy's throat. They spin into a whirlwind of flesh, a carousel of raw desire. Blake bends Alec over, tongue tracing circles around his tight hole, rimming him slow and deliberate until Alec begs for more. Gage joins, sliding into Jeremy from behind while Jeremy's lips find Alec's shaft in a slick 69, bodies twisting like lovers in a fever dream. Partners swap in a fluid dance—Blake now buried deep in Jeremy's ass, pounding with rhythmic precision, as Gage takes Alec's mouth, fucking it like a velvet vice. The air thickens with moans and the slap of skin. They chain together in a daisy of thrusting hips: Gage enters Blake, who drives into Alec, who claims Jeremy in a relentless loop of penetration. Every angle explored, every gasp earned. Sweat-slicked and spent, they erupt one by one—ropes of cum painting chests and faces, a final, shuddering release that binds them in sticky ecstasy.